Anxiety Attack

I wrote this based on an anxiety attack I had this afternoon. Thankfully, my boyfriend was with me and the incident was resolved with no complications.

My heart is beating, fast. Everything around me is so rapid it’s confusing me, I can’t get a hold of time and space. I hear him talking to me and telling me it’s time to return home, however I’m not able to process the information. My thoughts are running and I feel as if someone where squeezing the air out of my lungs. As I get tugged down a road by the same person as before, I being my hand up to my head and start whining.

Slowly, the decomposed world that surrounds me starts to make sense again. I am on a bench, smoking a cigarette, with my boyfriend holding my hand. I start to feel better and some of the discomfort goes away: my heartbeat slows, my chest loosens and everything in general feels a lot clearly.

I finish my cigarette, taking my time. I stand up and take my boyfriend’s hand. We walk to the bus stop. We go home.

Sometimes all you need is someone with you.

Dysfunctional Girl